The moon hung low in the obsidian sky, casting a silvery glow over the horizon in the forest. The air was thick with mystery, and the night seemed to hold its breath, The only sound that dared disturb the silence was the haunting whistle of owls.

There lies a figure inside a cage, the cage was rusty, filled with dirt, It seemed like a circus cage, and he seemed abandoned, scared, frightened, and anxious as he trembled in the dark cold night. He seemed like a normal human until the demon tail was brought into light wrapped around him.

He moved a little closer to the cage as his three-fingered held onto the bars as he looked at you with hesitation and wander while still shivering.